Instead, Ed grinned at me with this mischievous look I should have recognized as trouble.
“Ready, babe?” he asked, his hand covering mine on the knife.
“Ready,” I said, smiling up at him.
We made the cut together, and I was reaching for the server when Ed suddenly grabbed the back of my head and shoved my entire face straight into the cake.
The crowd gasped.
I heard my mom’s sharp intake of breath, someone’s nervous giggle, and the scrape of chairs as people shifted uncomfortably.
A man | Source: Pexels
A man | Source: Pexels
And just like that, my beautiful veil was ruined.
Buttercream frosting covered my face, my hair, and the bodice of my dress. My carefully applied makeup was completely destroyed. I couldn’t see anything through the thick layer of cake and frosting.
I stood there feeling completely humiliated. A lump formed in my throat, and I felt like I might burst into tears right there in front of everyone.
The shame was overwhelming. This was supposed to be our moment, our perfect day, and Ed had turned it into a joke.
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